Well... it's a sure thing now.

I know I've mentioned to a few people that Raleigh disappeared last Wednesday. Well... today our neighbors found him and gave us a call. He was dead, lying in the creek.

Although we've had Raleigh for nearly thirteen years, it really isn't hitting me all that hard. We all knew he was dying, we all expected him to die earlier than he did. I've been reconciled to the idea for long enough that I guess now that it's actually happened, it isn't hitting me very hard. I've felt plenty of times that we should have just put him down. He had bad arthritis, tumors everywhere, was starting to go blind, and he was just, well... old. He's been dying for months: losing weight, sleeping more, eating less... but he's always seemed so happy despite that we've just been waiting for things to take their natural course.

Him drowning in a creek is definitely not the best way for him to pass away, but he's in a better place. And even though he's dead, I'm really glad we know that he is now, and have him back. We buried him over by Chester and Neil, and it's funny... where he was in the creek was right by the grave of his dad.

And just because I found it, a dead dog comic! :D Go cat go~ *tomato'd*